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Sometimes I like to go for walks to the beach. It’s nice because the ocean is only about 10 blocks from my place. The thing is, between me and the ocean are about a hundred cats.

You’ve probably figured out from previous posts that I am an animal lover, but its getting to the point where I am trying to avoid these beasts. One time when I was on my way home, a huge orange cat trotted out into the middle of the sidewalk and stopped me in my path. I went to pet him and he instantly melted to the ground. I pet him for a good 3 minutes before I decided that people were starring so I started walking away. He followed. “Ugh okay one last pet. BYE.” He kept following. I decided to just look straight forward and pretend he wasn’t there. He followed me for 3 blocks and then got bored. I felt like the pied piper of cats. Except that I only had one cat following me and it was scary.

Another time I saw a cat walking around in a fenced in yard. I smiled at him. And then, he sat down and started pooping. HE STARTED POOPING. I had never seen a cat poop before. Most people haven’t. They’re usually such private creatures. In fact, if someone told me, “Oh, cats don’t poop” I would have believed them. Who knew they sit down to poop? I mean, it makes sense, but it was just so weird. I felt like crying. Such a rare occurrence and no one to share it with. I looked around with a is-anyone-else-seeing-this? look. As per usual no one cared.

Lastly I saw a cat sitting at the top of a porch. It kind of looked like he was on a throne. I looked and him and walked away. When I came back, he was on the sidewalk waiting for me. I gave him a nice rub, and right as I was pulling my hand away he reached up, batted my hand, and scratched it. He was basically was a spoiled royal cat who commanded attention and told you when it was okay to stop rubbing (never). I probably have rabies now.

The only cat I’ve ever met that I didn’t like is “The Bell Cat.” It’s a cat with a bell on it that lives in my complex. I jumped up on a tree in the middle of the night when I was outside and scared me. Then it poked its head around the tree eerily. It’s taunted my dog a few times too. The only good thing is I can hear him coming.

Your cats sound so much nicer. I love having a little kitty walk up and hug my shin.

The Bell Cat sounds frightening. My cat would always catch birds so we tried to put a bell on her so they would hear her coming. She always found a way to get it off! Genius. I like little kitty love as well. Just not when they are so demanding!

I like to think feral cats communicate using brain waves, which means we will never know when they decide to rise up against humans. You have the right idea, Lily in Canada; befriend them so they’ll meow.

I’m a sucker for pets, but a cat lover first. One either ABC’s or CBS’s morning show today, they showed some video clips of a blind kitten … and an interview with the owners that adopted the kitten. I loved it.

We have a cat named, Annabelle. We got her at the Humane Society. We almost didn’t get her because the “social worker” at this particular pet adoption agency overheard me saying to my husband, “I can’t take a cat home that looks like a hyena and you know how much I hate hyena’s.” (I’ve never been to the land “Down Under” but hyena’s and anything “wild dog” isn’t my cup of tea.) The social worker said, “I heard what you said and I can’t release a cat to a home that feels like a cat is a hyena.” Sooooo, I was put in a so called time-out, my husband told the social worker what a loving family we are and well…for the past seven year Annabelle is fat, sassy and rules the roost. She acts more like a dog than a cat. So in the end…the jokes on me.

Marya,
I know exactly the kind of fur your cat has if she looks like a hyena. So descriptive. The people at the Humane Society can be like adoption Nazi’s, right? They give the good families a hard time and let the sociopaths have their pick. Who teaches them to discern? Don’t they have a sense of humor?

I too have never seen a cat do a plop. Seen plenty of dogs do it, a creature that does it so often it could almost be their way of saying ‘hello’, but never a cat.

I find the word ‘pooping’ to be really funny for some reason. It reminds me of an episode of the US Office where Steve Carrell goes to New York and starts going on about how great it is. He goes down the subway and then runs back up saying “There is some homeless guy pooping in a box”.